Sometimes I don't love you, he says.
I don't even flinch. I understand.
He feels so much, so big, in this little body. He's only three. I know he always loves me. Maybe sometimes doesn't like me.
I say No so much and if he could just fathom it's always for his own good, if he could hear my heart pleading with the wind, saying No to the clock and many many other things, for God to make this time stop, or at least slow it down a little. I am not doing so good.
We plan for when the big kids start school next week. We'll take all their pillows he whispers and make a house on my bed.
We'll read more books and he'll be calm and touch my hair I promise we'll read more books and go to the zoo and finally see the dinosaur bones at the museum. I'll make it all up to him because there is still time.
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